Moreover, at home, Song Hanyi always treats this little one like a treasure, protecting her as if he were a big bad wolf, never giving them a chance to be alone.
Yan Yan held her against the wall, kissing her for quite a while, his kisses gradually slipping lower uncontrollably.
Until he kissed her collarbone, seeing the young girl's white, delicate shoulder revealed from pulling down her clothes, he somewhat came back to his senses, realizing this wasn't the place to do as he pleased, he put her clothes back up.
But he didn't leave and continued to hold her.
He spoke in a hoarse voice: "Stay here for a while, it's too cold outside, you aren't wearing enough."
This was a corner of the wall, hidden and sheltered from the wind, where they wouldn't have to worry about being discovered doing anything.
Yun Qiluo's cheeks were flushed, her eyes becoming watery, she nodded: "Mm."
